Kinktober 2020 #31

Content Warnings: BDSM Fantasy, non-consensual, sex slavery, bondage, kidnapping, costumes, schoolgirl outfit

Clara wished she’d picked a different Halloween Costume.

Because seriously, if she’d had the slightest idea that her choice would decide the course of the rest of her life, she would have picked literally anything other than a schoolgirl outfit.

A year after that choice was made, Clara was sitting in a “classroom.” Half of it looked like it might belong in a real school. There was a blackboard wall in front and tinted windows off to one side. Clara got a window seat sometimes. When that happened, she could see the city below. She was pretty sure it was Tokyo, but she could never get a straight answer when she asked.

The other half of the room liked like a bondage-nut’s wet dream. Racks of gear—crops, paddles, ropes, gags, everything—lined one wall. And the final wall, the one in back, was a bunch of crosses and metal loops bolted into the wall. A bunch of stuff to be tied to. The heavy locks all over the door were also more than a little out of the ordinary.

And in the center of it all, arranged in a typical gridlock of desks, were about a dozen “students” waiting for the day’s “teacher.”

Clara let out a curse under both her breath and the various clothes that made up her gag, thinking about how she ended up in this nightmare.

The year before, Clara had been out at a Halloween party with her best friend Erin and her younger brother Paul. Then a bitch in a Nurse costume had kidnapped them and they all ended up being sold at a demented Halloween auction where every kidnapped slave was dressed up in a costume. Oh, but they weren’t just any old costumes. No, the slavers had “upgraded” the outfit their victims were taken in. They even took pictures of their original costumes to give the buyers a look at them before and after their abductions. See how good a job the kidnappers did “grooming” their stock.

Clara got to be displayed in a cage and then marched out to be sold to the highest bidder, all while dressed up in a sexy schoolgirl outfit. It was somehow more humiliating than being naked or in one of the countless other sexied up costumes her many fellow captives were sold in.

Oh, but it didn’t end there!

See, Clara ended up being sold to the same person who bought Erin and Paul. But any relief she felt at that glimmer of luck vanished by the end of the trip to their “new home” in Japan. Because as it turned out, they weren’t done with their stupid costumes. No, that would be easy. Instead they wound up becoming “Cosplay Companions.”

She could probably spend an hour or two ranting explosively about what exactly that meant, but the bottom line was this: Clara and Erin were now owned specialty brothel and slave emporium that dressed its “stock” up in whatever costumes the customer wanted to see them in.

(Paul had become the private property of the woman who bought them on behalf of the organization. Sometimes “Tanaka-sama,” as she made Paul call her, let them meet and talk when she decided he deserved a reward for good behavior.)

Most “items,” like Erin, were dressed up in whatever outfit the customer wanted to see. A bunch of them were even trained to act like specific characters. But in Clara’s case, she was still stuck in a goddam schoolgirl uniform, day in and day out. That particular outfit was popular enough to get its own specialty space. Clara had glimpsed other popular uniforms. Maids, bunny girls, police officers, and a few others got their own spaces too.

But Clara, because of her choice of Halloween costume, was immediately assigned to be a schoolgirl slave. It wasn’t always the same style of outfit, sometimes it was a Japanese uniform and other times it was a Western style. They’d even been forced to wear freaking Hogwarts uniforms a few times, along with a few other shows Clara had never seen. It all depended on who was scheduled to stop by for a visit and what they wanted to see.

Today it was more of a Japanese style, like Clara had seen over her brother’s shoulder on those animated shows he liked to watch. Not that it made that much of a difference. No matter the style, the shirt was always tight enough to show off Clara’s large bust. The skirt was always shorter than any half-decent school would ever allow. High heels and either socks or stockings would be there (thigh high socks, in this case). Beneath it all was sexy lingerie. And there was the gag. Today it was a cloth stuffed into her mouth, with another pulled between her teeth, and a third pulled taut over the lower half of her face.

So Clara sat at her desk, wrists and knees bound with tightly coiled rope. She had to be able to stand up and bow to the teacher, after all. Around her sat about a dozen other “students,” all in uniforms that matched hers. A little over half of them were Japanese, with most of the rest of them being white and one girl being from India. All of them were women today, which actually pretty rare. There were typically at least a few men among the stock.

The door would open soon. Today’s “teacher” would walk in the door to live out his (or her, though it was usually a guy) fantasies of controlling a room of hot schoolgirls. The “class” would stand up and bow as if it was a normal Japanese homeroom period. There would be spankings, teasing, and likely a whole lot of bondage. Often one or two of them would be pulled aside for “detention” and sometimes—rarely—the customer would have enough money to buy someone outright. Clara wasn’t the most popular girl in the room, but she knew she could probably expect a thorough groping if nothing else.

Damn it, she knew she should have picked a different costume!